It is a day that everyone in our beloved country stops to think about where we were 10 years ago when we heard the news.
It is a day that we hug tight to our family.
It is a day that we are humbled and think about those people that we lost, but more especially the ones that were left behind after such enormous tragedy.
It is a day when we all band together as Americans and forget about our political, racial, or personal differences.
September 11, 2001 will forever live in our hearts and in our minds, as it should.
My brother was here last night to pick up my nephew and he relayed a story that he had seen on News Channel 13. It was a child reading a letter at the memorial site in New York City. This child revealed that he is now 10 years old and was born a mere 23 days after September 11th. The letter was being read to his father, who he lost in the tragic event on that day. We hear so many stories about the heros but not as many about the people that were left behind. It broke my heart to think that this son never met his own father because of a vicious attack. It made me thankful for all that we have as a country and as a family. My cousin, Nick, just got back from fighting in this war that some don't think is still necessary. We have to remember how we all felt that day and how these families are coping with their loss. We have to never forget.
Work has been very stressful and most of the time quite difficult. Now, I am loving my new job but there are times that I am ready to crack. There are times that I worry about not being adequate enough or efficient enough. I am trying to be as perfect as possible al day long every single day. Sometimes this becomes overwhelming and terrifying. Thinking about today and what this day must mean to all of those families put my insignificant stresses into perspective. I am not in pain, or suffering in any way, and I can cope with all of this. I just need to keep this thought every day.
For the 2,973 people who perished September 11, 2001 after hijacked planes crashed
in New York City in Arlington, Virginia and in Pennsylvania. The victims were mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers of many faiths and races who came from more than 80 nations.
All who were killed died working and living the American dream.
in New York City in Arlington, Virginia and in Pennsylvania. The victims were mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers of many faiths and races who came from more than 80 nations.
All who were killed died working and living the American dream.
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